"Unfortunately, the energy from high-grade Yin Energy Beads is no longer of any use to me."
Xia Ping left the cave and sprinted toward the edge of the Yin Corpse Mountain Range. True qi surged through his body as he barreled forward like a supercar, smashing any zombie foolish enough to stand in his way to pieces.
After several days of training, he had continuously absorbed the energy from high-grade Yin Energy Beads, converting it into true qi and tempering his body. At last, he had raised his cultivation to the peak of the Seventh Heaven of Martial Artist Realm.
But absorbing so much energy from the Yin Energy Beads had made his body resistant to them. No matter how many he absorbed, the high-grade beads could no longer increase his true qi.
"Never mind. I'll hand the rest of the high-grade Yin Energy Beads over to the school and exchange them for points." Over the past two or three days, Xia Ping hadn't spent all his time cultivating. He had also gone hunting for Corpse Kings, entering one Corpse King Graveyard after another to plunder their treasures.
After several days, he had obtained a large number of Yin Energy Beads—high-grade, mid-grade, and low-grade. Altogether, the beads he had collected were worth the equivalent of fifty thousand points.
"I'm finally out."
After running for more than an hour, Xia Ping finally left the Yin Corpse Mountain Range. Feeling the fresh air, brilliant sunshine, and vibrant life of the outside world, he felt utterly refreshed. This was the kind of place where humans belonged.
A place like the Yin Corpse Mountain Range was saturated with yin energy and shrouded in death. It was no place for people to live.
Beep beep.
Suddenly, the Smart Watch on Xia Ping's wrist rang. Someone